Discovery

  • Poetry/Prose: Dirty Dancin’

    We danced. For months on end. The tango, the waltz, even salsa’d it up Amidst the swirling shadows, intoxicated by tune Daylight? T’was always the dark we craved Grinding against each other – wanting, denying, no sleeping tonight Heavy breaths in sync, bass tempo till light Staring. Breathing the other in.  Intimate, strange. Enveloped, conspiring; …

  • Poetry/Prose: Identity & Other (Travel) Musings

    The thing about embarking on a new experience – travel, project, idea, decision, dream, opportunity – is that you always uncover yourself anew. —“Why don’t you write anymore?”That’s the question that sent me running back here.The number of false-start posts I’ve had in the last two months are shameful to say the leastYou either go …